Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.